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As the crow flies...
No more in a straight file
The ideals of life
Are fraught with lies
No stars
In the sky
Nor inside your eyes...
No life
Where lies thrive
As the sunrise
No rain
For the famished earth
Nor our fainting heart
No way
In this path
Of dead rats
Where...
A slither
An Asp
In the gutter
In the dark
Our back
Striked!